“Who are you? Do you not care that yourcare your bloodline will be purged by attempting to kill the king?” Zhong Yu spoke.
“Who are we? Ha-ha-ha, you still can’t tell? With how many you killed, what’s one more hatred anyway, right?” One leader spoke with tears in his eyes.
“So you’re the sorry excuse of clansmen that got away when I went around purging the clans. Yet instead of hiding in a corner, shivering, you came back. Are you that eager to die?” Zhong Yu was amused.
“That’s not it, there are too many of you to be just clan survivors. There’s no way 1000 men could just walk through Sichuan unnoticed.” He continued.
“You must have others among you. Clansmen from Jiangling perhaps? Have you found same minded fools in sympathy and now want to kill me?”
“His Lordship is clever, finding us out so fast. Yes, we are from Jiangling’s clans. We had no intent to rebel, but you left us with no choice.” A leader clearly unnerved spoke.
“Your decree had killed not only the clans from Sichuan, but even their immediate kin unrelated to them. We had no choice but to join hands to deal with you.” The same leader’s mood turned heavy.
“I see, so I’ve crossed the line, is that it? Well, a cornered rat can kill a cat after all, let alone people in power.” Zhong Yu spoke in a flat tone.
“My Lordship understands too much is as bad as not enough. You just had to relax your orders a bit and it would have never come to this.”
“Though it’s too late to speak of it now. You are a dying man my lord, any further preaching will do no good.” The first leader said with ruthlessness.
“I’ll keep your words in mind. I’ll be sure to mend my ways so this never happens again.” Zhong Yu said, relaxed.
“I can see now how you managed to make your own kingdom, taking two states from Han Dynasty. Your collected and calculative face even in death is not something anyone has. I do not want to shame you, king, so you’d better kill yourself with some dignity.”
The main leader was furious at Zhong Yu’s unchanging tone.
Zhong Yu’s condescending had pricked his pride as a clansman.
“You’re just a bunch of clowns up to nothing but parlor tricks. I can tell you this much, your ancestor would beg and do anything to come back from hell, than ask me to kill myself. They’d be laughing it out at how arrogant you are!” Zhong Yu mocked.
“You’re no longer a king, not without your people around you. You are just a prisoner, our prisoner, yet you dare speak of life and death with such frivolity? You think yourself the best after just a few days as king?” The leader was enraged.
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“Oh, you’re so sure you have me. Nevermind, this play has gone long enough now that I found where you all come from. It’s better to end this boring game now than lower myself by continuing it.” Zhong Yu shrugged.
The leaders had a bad feeling.
They looked around but saw nothing that could come to his aid.